Ug

I hate having a cold.

It’s 6am (OK, now 6:15am) and I’m wide awake. The skin at the bottom of my nose is glowing like Rudolph, and is sore. For some reason I’ve woken up, and my brain won’t let me go back to sleep. So instead I’m sat here, coughing my lungs up, sneezing, and generally feeling like shit.

Oh, and one of my nostrils is blocked by a plug of what I can only assume is snot, which has apparently congealed in a spot that is both unreachable and immovable.

Ain’t life glamorous?